Taiyi Dao Fruit

Although Jiang Li felt stifled when he was suppressed, his loud and boisterous celebration after his victory was very handsome.

At least, those who were eagerly looking for an opportunity to challenge him stopped their thoughts of making a move upon witnessing this.

Defeating one opponent could be said to be unexpected, defeating the second may be coincidental, but vanquishing a third could only mean that the person truly had strength. Furthermore, the second and third defeats were inexplicable, shrouding Jiang Li with an aura of profound mystery.

Reality is not a novel, and if someone wins inexplicably, people won't really think the opponent was weak. Everyone is aware of the proverb about a pig playing the tiger.

They came here to obtain the favor of the esteemed Tianpeng, not to vie for petty victories. Now that three people had become stepping stones for Jiang Li, no one knew if they would become the fourth.

If their standing in the eyes of their senior would diminish because of a defeat, it would be a loss too great to bear.

What's most important is that Jiang Li had already shown his talents. Even if he was defeated now, what then?

Could it possibly prevent him from acquiring the Magic Artifact?

It would only mean gaining another enemy.

The thoughts of the crowd, though unspoken, were easily discerned by someone as experienced as Tianpeng.

He couldn't help feeling a bit bored. These people here possessed decent talents, but each one lacked the mettle of youth.

"It seems everyone acknowledges Cao Xuande's abilities. Since that is the case..."

The giant in the black robe, seated on the ground, waved his hand, and a strong gust of wind whooshed into existence.

"Boom!"

A black iron box, half the height of a person, spun and thudded onto the ground, creating a massive sound and leaving web-like cracks on the sturdy surface.

"Mo Wu Battle Box, a masterpiece from the youth of the Mo Sect Master. All manners of weapons can be found within."

As Tianpeng spoke, he pointed at the iron box.

The intricately patterned black box emitted a clear sound of metal, deconstructing into various parts which, like a Transformer, reassembled rapidly. In a moment, a black hefty saber replaced the Battle Box, standing in its place.

"Within the Battle Box, utilizing the method of 'Mustard Seed into Mount Meru,' a hundred thousand components are contained, capable of transforming into any weapon you can think of."

With a flick of his finger on the saber, scenes of deconstruction and reconstruction repeated, the hefty saber transforming into an Eight-sided Han Sword, then undergoing reconstruction again, sword, spear, halberd... all sorts of weapons sequentially materialized.

"How... how is this possible?"

Qi Changsheng, a swordsmith, watched in complete astonishment, "Without an Array or runes, how can this Battle Box transform according to one's thoughts? Even if the Mechanism Techniques of the Mo Sect are miraculous, it shouldn't be to this extent, should it?"

If it was Tianpeng piecing together components by himself, Qi Changsheng wouldn't be so astounded. But Tianpeng, with his Spring Palace Storybook demeanor, seemed entirely unlikely to be someone deeply invested in Mechanism Techniques.

"Indeed, Mechanism Techniques alone wouldn't suffice, but what if Dao Fruits were added?" Tianpeng chuckled, flicking his finger again.

The Mo Wu Battle Box returned to its original form. Then, it was propelled by a force, moving to stop just inches away in front of Jiang Li.

Jiang Li extended his hand and pressed it against the Battle Box, which, for him at the time, was as formidable as a city wall. A stream of information automatically entered his mind, manifesting in a format he could understand.

[Sixth Grade Dao Fruit・Heavenly Craft

Category: Human

Fitting Conditions: Seventh Grade Dao Fruit, proficient in Mechanical Techniques, Artifact Refining

Promotion Ceremony: Craft a creation that surpasses the natural world.]

Ability: creation beats nature, Divine Machine Refinement, Heavenly Craftsmanship

'A Sixth Grade Dao Artifact!' Jiang Li's pupils shook violently.

He had thought he would probably get an Eighth Grade Magical Artifact, but he had never expected it to be as high as the Sixth Rank, and it was also a Dao Artifact.

A Dao Artifact is not necessarily more powerful than a Magical Artifact, but if one can harness the ability of the Dao Fruit within, Dao Artifacts often possess marvelous uses not found in Magical Artifacts. Just like this Mo Wu Battle Box before him, it was only because of the Heavenly Craft Dao Fruit within that it could freely change shape; with just a thought from its master, the Battle Box could spontaneously transform into the corresponding form.

There was no doubt this was the weapon best suited for Jiang Li.

At this moment, Jiang Li was immersed in this sudden stroke of happiness.

And for the others, to be honest, they were envious.

Although they did not know the specific Grade, just from the functionalities demonstrated by the Mo Wu Battle Box, they could tell that its Grade was not low. What's more, there was a Dao Fruit inside the Battle Box; this was not just any artifact, this was a Dao Artifact.

Was it still possible to take the stage now?

If they won, could they get this Battle Box?

Tianpeng saw everyone's thoughts clearly and laughed out loud, "I do love seeing you all green with envy. Regretting it now, are you? Remember, in the journey of cultivation, be valiant and push forward. Fight for what you must, or you'll inevitably face regret."

"And you lot, think about it, with my being forth-rank, carrying some materials is one thing, as materials are what we lack the most these days. But how could it be possible for me to carry around low-grade magic artifacts?"

After hearing this, the crowd felt even more envious.

These words undoubtedly clarified that the Mo Wu Battle Box was not a low-grade Dao Artifact; it was at least Seventh Grade. And with the ability to change its weapon form, to say it was comparable to a Sixth Grade Magical Artifact was not an overstatement.

Envious, truly envious.

Regretful, deeply regretful.

Even though they knew that fighting for it did not necessarily mean they would get it, at least there was a chance to prevent this Cao Xuande from obtaining it.

Obtaining the Mo Wu Battle Box just from a Spring Palace Storybook, how could that not make one's heart sour?

"Thank you, senior," Jiang Li quickly used his Qinggong to climb atop the Mo Wu Battle Box, standing on top to declare his ownership, while giving thanks to Tianpeng with a bow.

"There's no need to thank me. The Mo Wu Battle Box is of no use to me; it's not even as useful as a copy of 'Young Hero A Bin'," Tianpeng said with a smile. "The value of the Battle Box is not even as much as an entertaining read. What difference does it make to give it to you?"

"Alright, I've had my fun today, so you all can go too."

A great wind suddenly rose, sweeping up the Mo Wu Battle Box, as well as more than a dozen little figures, and with a roaring sound, left the house, splitting into a dozen streams and flying in various directions.

Meanwhile, the door of the Stone House slowly closed, hiding the giant figure inside.

"Jiang Li."

As the house grew silent, Tianpeng, holding a book, showed a look of amusement on his rugged face. "Indeed, an interesting lad. But I wonder if you can break free from the Jiang family's shackles."

He slightly closed his eyes, and the sound of drowning waves surged from his body. A blood qi like beacon smoke rose from his Heavenly Spirit and drifted towards the southeast.

The Stone House where Jiang Li was located lay in that direction.

"The only one from the branch family who has cultivated the Divine Farmer's appearance, I look forward to seeing your struggle with Jiang Zhuyun."

As his words faded, the beacon smoke of blood qi gently moved southeast, as if there was something there attracting the beacon smoke, or perhaps it was foretelling some kind of connection...

——the connection between the Jiang family's bloodlines.

At the same moment, Jiang Li's actual body awoke, looking at the Mo Wu Battle Box and the two little figures flying towards him.